Crossing the Red Sea with the Adverts

The great British mistake was looking for a way out, Was getting complacent, not noticing The pulse was racing. The mistake was fighting. The change, was staying the same. It couldn't adapt so it couldn't survive, Something had to give. The people ta

Blank-faced, Was this what our elders taught? Dim the lights and live like story book. I can't focus for the pinball. I'm all shook up and I think I see it all. But I know that it ain't that simple. I got loose. Up on the roof. Waiting for you. Two-f

Who wait in the cafe and magazine. Who wait for morning or fag machine. Who leave it all unfinalised, And undecided... We who wait. Who wait in the bus queue and prison cell. Who wait for illness to take its toll. Who wait for God knows what. Sometim

Uncharted wrecks of wonder. In deepest gloom down under. The drowning men are drawing near. We're the subterranean vandals, Tying air lines around door handles. Adventures don't venture here. We're the drowning men. We're the drowned men. The mutant

What are you going to do with your new ways? What are you going to do with your new wave? Maybe it's that you no longer care. Now you're so great. You've just got to stand there. Or were you never even bothered anyway, About the new wave. What about

I'm lying in the hospital I'm pinned against the bed A stethoscope upon my heart A hand against my head They're peeling off the bandages I'm wincing in the light The nurse is looking anxious And she's quivering with fright The doctors are avoiding me

We're talking into corners. Finding ways to fill the vacuum. And though our mouths are dry. We talk in hope to hit on something new. Tied to the railway track. It's one way to revive but no way to relax. We're just bored teenagers. Looking for love,

Maybe - maybe a fool for trusting. Maybe - maybe a fool for following. The God of wisdom not of love. But I'm riding with the new church. I'm riding with the new church. Relying on the new church, And a new word. Hang on - if you hang on to faith and

Life's short, don't make a mess of it. To the ends of the earth, you'll look for a sense in it. No chances, no plans. I'll smash the windows of my box. I'll be a madman. It's no time to be 21, To be anyone. Hold back, see what you miss of it. Out of

I wonder what we'll play for you tonight. Something heavy or something light. Something to set your soul alight. I wonder how we'll answer when you say. "We don't like you - go away" I wonder what we'll do when things go wrong. When we're half-w